wealth of laughter senryu

Laughing

wealth laughter senryu

loving memories
spontanious random thoughts
idiotic grin

joviality
continuous happiness
wealth of good fortune

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Written for:

Poetry Picnic Week 31: Nature, Color, and Rainbow…

…where we  to visit twitter.com online, find a tweet that interests you and write a the tweet. The tweet I chose was by @Laughbook
I love those memories that randomly pop into my head and have me smiling like an idiot for ages.

Also written for:

#315 – Wealth

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please. If interested in vector graphics form, please contact me.

voices in a treat

Pies begging to be eaten

optional piece of sweet cake
truffles, cookies, pie
the special case of Baklava

sweetness of the crust’s
sinister smile
supplicating to be sampled

voices of a bowel movement
after a tasty treat

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Written for:

#314 – Treat

Also posted on:

picstory # 45 fruits

Also posted on:

Poetry Picnic Week 31: Nature, Color, and Rainbow…

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please. If interested in vector graphics form, please contact me.

anything but

This is the damage a hoarder can do

to hoarders, addicts and all those mentally dysfunctional people who have the right to systematically destroy everyone else’s life around them yet no one has the no right to stop them until, maybe, after the havoc and destruction is committed

refuse, feces
peanut butter, noodles
tear drenched pillow
physical contact

moldy dishes
cracker crumbs
fly paper
straight up Vodka

copy machine panel
kibble bags
loose carpet fiber
entitlement check

gastric volcano
intestinal flat worms
cerebral hornets
obligations to be met

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Written for:

 

Write2Day–A Love Affair with Words

We were asked to dip into an addiction or a few of your choice, or enter the mind of an addict, and see what happens.

Also posted on:

Poetry Picnic Week 28: These Are A Few of My Favorite Things (A Repost)

Photo Credit:  Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2009 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please. If interested in vector graphics form, please contact me.

primed to dance

"No performance is a perfect performance but some performances allow for the feeling of perfection. Achieving this moment of ecstasy easily validates all the pain and struggle of the art form by taking us (and possibly our audience) for a moment to a world beyond our own." - Wendy Whelan

rooted
skyscrper spire
steel and glass
lit like city lights

visceral
thoroughbred
musculature
tense

choreography:
obtainable
domination:
possible

insane energy
intractable
juices flowing
creatively

glossy profiles
underlining vignettes
forever opening
nights

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Written for:

Poetry Picnic Week 23: New York Times Headline Topics

Also written for:

challenge – “possible”

Posted on:

Open Link Monday

Inspired by story: in    A Dancer Who Can Remember The Giants

Photo Credit:  Costin Radu from  theballetbag

in the plum-colored barn

Plum Colored Barn

the wind was a-drift, they did stop for a rest
(an expected loss in time, on this forced recess)
as they sat amongst shovels, in the plum-colored barn
the friends made strange stitches into some kind of  yarn
in no time the wool became wind-breaker type sweaters
woven with magical runes, symbols and strange letters
thus this secret cabal could progress on their trek
’til they’d needed soft scarves to warm up each neck

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Written for:  The Sunday Whirl  Wordle 36

Also posted on:

The Thursday Think Tank # 81

Also posted on:

Gooseberry Garden

Poetry Picnic Week 20: Fairytales, My First Time, Hope, and New Year’s Resolutions

Also posted on:

P is for People

Image Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin  © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

We Tried to Get to Grandma’s House

Chance of Sunshine: Follow Rain Home

We Tried to Get to Grandma’s House

We’re trying to get to grandma’s house,
but we just can’t disembark.
The rains are mighty heavy now,
to get there we  need an ark.

Rainfall records broke today.
The roads are swimming pools.
With roads all flooded and destroyed,
drivers must break many rules.

Mudslides were triggered everywhere;
one car slid into a ditch.
Our neighbor’s car wouldn’t start today
he had a ruined ignition switch.

The winds are expected to be on par
with the type of storm ensuing.
They say that what we’ve seen till now
is nothing like what is brewing.

A storm watch is in effect right now,
many inches of rain expected.
Trees will fall and roofs may blow
unless they were soundly erected.

Traffic volumes will be extreme.
Demons will chide motorists
who fidget in their forsaken cars
wishing to slit their wrists.

We thought about conditions out there
and decided to stay at home.
We’d light a fire, and make a meal
leave the other commuters to roam.

We’re trying to get to grandma’s house,
but we just can’t disembark.
The rains are mighty heavy now,
to get there we  need an ark.

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Posted for: 

Short Story Slam Week 16

Also Posted on:

A Mini-Challenge for Sunday – A Classic Hit…

Also posted on:

Form For All – Ballads, Carols, and Lullabyes

Also posted on:

Gooseberry Garden

Poetry Picnic Week 18: Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness

Desert Canopy

Autumn Trees on Newgrove

sparse hidden life
shaded from tormenting sun
crawling, hovering and hopping
in the early dawn and night

  air clean
  air clear
air oh so dry

in town
man-made oasis
filters radiance

dense canopy
deciduous color

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Written for:

I Saw Sunday – Week 62

Also posted on:

Tina’s picstory   –  highlight sunday # 10

Also posted on:

Gooseberry Garden – Poetry Picnic Week 15 :

November, Winter, Change, and Hope

Also posted on: Winter and summer: which will win?

Photo Credit: Mine (c) 2011 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.

Three Childhood Senryu

Cursing Anime Children

crayons stuffed in holes
garden filled with many toys
children live inside

dreaming of princes
childish transpiration
unrealistic

between good and bad
boys were caught chanting curses
scribed in ancient books

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Posted for:

gooseberry Poetry Picnic Week 13:

Childhood, Dreams, Books, Role Models

Photo credit:  deviantart by konan376

Triolet VI

Love Potion Painting by Koloman Moser 1915

As millennia expire,
We cannot say we’re one.
My faithful soul does tire,
As millennia expire.
We do not lose desire:
Our passion is over done
As millennia. Expire
We cannot. Say we’re one.

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Written in 1997, posted for

The Gooseberry Garden, Week 7

and also in Thursday Poets Rally Week 53 .

Picture credit Beveldere Museum Vienna

Dysfunctional

Rihanna - Her Beat Up Words

It’s nothing but a thankless job,
giving you my tears.
I mope the evening away
wondrin’ where you are.
Then I hear your ring
your voice,
your needs.

I’m the artist who could
showcase you:
a framed work of joy.
To  break from your reins
sweats out  my mind.
It’s like  my own work,
my will
my time.

Encased in a holo cave
echo of your drumming heart.
So then, one day,
No more.
I won’t be there.
Don’t count
on me calling back.

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Written for:

 

Write2Day–Labor Day Prompt

Also posted on:

Poetry Picnic Week 30: Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations

Picture credit: mammakaze